OBP/Snowtail2

Not knowing quite what else to do, he packed up the bedding and tent as well as he could hope to without knowing precisely how everything broke down and rolled together, though he seemed to do a good job of it. He had a few bites of some of the food in the pack, as well not knowing how long these would have to last, belted, hoisted his pack onto his back after removing the map, hung the quiver and bow from it, donned the grey cloak, and began searching for a landmark to work from.

Finding a road wasn't hard, the camp was just a little off from one, but figuring out which road this was was much harder. Eventually though, he came to a fork, and thank whatever gods may be that the fork had signs indicating which towns each path led to and how far, though not in any measurement he instinctively knew. He picked the path with the lower number on it, leading to a town by the name of Watermill.

After a short, uneventful walk he reached that town. Watermill it turned out was a bump in the road sort of town. The most prominent feature was a literal mill run with a water wheel in the river. Besides that there were just a few houses, an inn and tavern, and a few stalls set up to display food and crafts presumably local.

"Hey! Sheska!" a voice called with a suspiciously bad Italian accent. The voice belonged to a large man standing at one of the stalls, "you're coming back this way already? Did you find what you were looking for?"

• Dark Grey Sleeveless Shirt
• Dark Grey Pants
• Grey Cloak
• Backpack
• Bow
• Quiver (50 arrows)
• Dagger

• Map
• Tent
• Bedroll
• Lockpicks (30)
• Health potion vials (3)
• Wood Block (chewed)
• Dried Grass (10 bags)
• Broccoli (1)
• Celery (2)
• Cucumber (2)
• Lettuce (1 head)
• Carrots (7)